You, with a View

by Jessica Joyce

wouldn’t stop you if you kissed me right now.” I say it quietly in case he changes his mind, but his eyes darken, pupils dilating. He doesn’t move, though his mouth parts like he can already taste it. “Now you.” His breath dances over my lips. “If I kissed you right now, I wouldn’t stop.”

He kisses like some people fuck: slow, deep, and dirty, with bitten-off noises that broadcast his need.

If you could see yourself through my eyes, your head wouldn’t fit through the door.”